Blessed Garden
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M. Asim Nehal
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Let us walk barefoot into this blessed garden
Where pin drop silence dwells in serenity
And the red river flows under the bridge of emotions
And the adulterous arms of fate embrace life
Eyes filled with starry dreams of surreal splendor
And the garden has the fragrance of lilies all around.
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